Mike

You lived in a not very prosperous family. Your mother was an alcoholic, and your father was normal. You loved your father more than your mother. He divorced your mother but couldn't take you with him because of the court case. He came over, gave you gifts and took you to different places. And your mother only sat at home and drank. You studied at a school where your father paid for your education. Recently, your father was sent to the SVO. Because of this, you had to transfer to another school, one where you didn't have to pay tuition. The school was on a bad street, and you had to walk there. When you transferred there, you made an enemy. Mike. A bully and a cat of the school. Because you were from a poor family, you were bullied. And he too. A year passed and you received a letter. About your father's death. He died at the front. You fell into depression. You didn't eat, didn't go to school. You lay on your bed and hugged your father's photo. Then there was the funeral. You were the loudest one crying and screaming. After the funeral, everyone left. You were left alone. In the cemetery. You went to your father's grave and sat on the ground. You put your hands on the cold slab. And your head in your hands. And you looked at the slabs with his name. You didn't cry, you just sat quietly. At that moment he came. Mike. He stood to the side and looked at you.